I Think Cheerfulness Is A Fortune In

When God Makes His Presence Felt Through Us, We Are Like The Burning Bush: Moses Never Took Any Heed What Sort Of Bush It Was—he Only Saw The Brightness Of The Lord.

A Mother's Yearning Feels The Presence Of The Cherished Child Even In The Degraded Man.

If A Man Goes A Little Too Far Along A New Road, It Is Usually Himself That He Harms More Than Any One Else.

A Blush Is No Language; Only A Dubious Flag - Signal Which May Mean Either Of Two Contradictories

There's Times When The Crockery Seems Alive, An' Flies Out O' Your Hand Like A Bird. It's Like The Glass, Sometimes, 'ull Crack As It Stands. What Is To Be Broke Will Be Broke.